When Eris awoke she knew she had died or this was a dream. She was lying in a bed, not the kind they slept on at camp but a real one. She could feel the firm mattress beneath her aching body and the soft clean sheets draped over her singed skin. She tried to lift her head to look about but overwhelming pain took over as she collapsed back on the feather stuffed pillow.
She blinked slowly as her eyes adjusted to the brightness and the throbbing in her head reduced some. It was not a room she recognized. She was definitely dead or dreaming, some trick of the Fade or the Archdemon as her real body lay dying on the battle field.
A door opened then and in walked Alistair wearing too fine of clothing considering all the places they've been the last couple months. A smile lit up his face as he walked over to her bedside.
"Thank the Maker you're awake! We did it! Can you believe it? And you're alive!" Alistair exclaimed, excitement radiating from him.
The loudness of his voice made her grimace, the throbbing in her head returning.
"No…we didn't. This is a dream, I'm dead," Eris manages to mumble out, her voice raw.
"What? Nonsense, you're not dead, we killed the Archdemon. Well, really you killed it," Alistair says, a little sadness creeping into his eyes at the last words.
"You're not real, none of this is. Why do you torture me so demons?!" Eris cries, shutting her eyes tight.
"Alistair, she is heavily under the influence of many poultices. You'll do her no favor by upsetting her, she's disorientated and may have suffered trauma. Now shoo," Wynne says walking into the room and swatting Alistair away.